In the vast expanse of time's embrace,
There lie the gems we often chase,
Fleeting moments, like whispers in the breeze,
They come, they go, with utmost ease.

Like ethereal butterflies in flight,
They dance upon life's canvas bright,
A wink of laughter or a tear's embrace,
Fleeting moments, leaving not a trace.

In tender sunsets, painted golden,
In a lover's touch, gentle and embolden,
Fleeting moments, a delicate thread,
That weaves the tapestry of...